Worth More Than Money (Worth It 3)

“You need to leave,” she said.

“I need to leave? Not the man that literally picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a damn cave man after you told him no?” I asked.

“You need to leave so they don’t come out here and kill you, Gray. All of them pack heat. They’ll shoot you in a heartbeat.”

“Fine. Then I’ll go. But only if you come with me.”

“What!?” she exclaimed.

“We need to talk. Like adults. And I have some apologizing to do.”

“Yeah. You really do,” she said.”

“Where the hell is that asshole?”

Michelle’s eyes widened with fear as I turned to look at the front door of the bar. The guy I’d hit stuck his head out, holding his jaw as his goonies stood beside him. I felt Michelle’s hand wrap around my wrist as she dashed into the parking lot, but soon I was the one in front. I pulled her off to the side and towards the SUV I rented, then the two of us scrambled inside.

I unlocked it and sped off before we could even get our seat belts on as the men chased after my car into the road.

I heard Michelle panting for breath and felt her stare on me. She looked at me as if I had positively lost my damn mind. And maybe I had. I glanced over at her and took in her wild hair and her flushed chest. What I wouldn’t give to lean over and kiss those lips of hers. I made my way back to the hotel I’d found. It wasn’t anything special, but it was the nicest thing this small town had to boast of. A quaint bed and breakfast with one floor all to myself with a jetted tub and a small walk-in shower.

I was used to better, but it would do for the time I was in Williston.

“Do you get into a fight at every bar you enter?”

Michelle’s voice ripped me from my trance as a chuckle bubbled up my throat. I thought back to the fight in Stillsville as I rolled down the windows, letting in the fresh air. I looked over at Michelle and watched her relax into the seat, her eyes watching the passing of her hometown.

A small town girl, hopping around and trying to find her place in the world.

The more I sat with her, the more I wondered if she was capable of what I’d accused her of. My adrenaline buzzed through me, increasing the urge I had to kiss her. To set her in my lap, pull my cock out, and slid it into her pussy while I drove down the highway. I could make her cum time after time while we traveled to the airport, then I could screw around with her in my private bedroom on my private jet.

Then maybe, I could make love to her against the balcony windows of my bedroom while gazing out over my vineyard.

I shook the thought from my head and bit down onto my lower lip. Anything to suppress the urge I had to taste her. We needed to talk. Not bang each other’s brains out. That was what had gotten us into this situation in the first damn place. Not being able to keep ourselves under control with one another. I stifled my want for her as much as I could until we pulled into the bed and breakfast parking lot. The great thing about this place was that no one was in it. Just me on the third floor with the owner only ducking in during meal time.

And I paid extra to make sure the owner didn’t duck in much at all. I could cook all my own meals so long as the kitchen was stocked. All I needed was for them to stay away for a few days.

Hopefully, that would be enough time to convince Michelle of the plan I had rolling around in my head.

Chapter 14

Michelle

Gray parked his SUV in front of the nicest bed and breakfast Williston had to offer as my mind spun with the night’s activities. Every single time Gray swooped into my world, he somehow messed something up. Screwed me over in some way that left me wondering what in the world I was going to do with my life next. I was tired of it. Tired of his machismo and his wishy-washy attitude and his holier-than-thou moments. He was a stick of dynamite, always lit and ready to explode. And I was getting tired of his games.

Gray opened my door, but I didn’t unbuckle my seat belt. And when I didn’t move, he eyed me with that glare he always gave me when he expected me to comply. I sat there, staring him down, hoping he got the picture.

He wasn’t going to get one-up on me this time.

“What are you doing? Get out of the car, Michelle.”

“I have to get back to work. I’ve got four more hours on my shift,” I said.

I watched him roll his eyes at my statement and it made me irate.

“We need to get things settled between us first. Then, you can get back to your job or whatever.”

“Or whatever? Sorry, some of us aren’t billionaires who can neglect our lives for days on end and sleep in cozy little bed and breakfasts,” I said.